Raunchy Romance Read Silent Desires
His hands grazed the soft skin just under her arms, bare from the cut of the dress. With his thumb he reached out, letting the pad tease her erect nipple. Joan closed her eyes, her head tilted back, and Bryce placed a gentle kiss in the soft spot between her neck and collarbone.
“More,” she whispered.
“Shhh,” he said, then brushed a kiss over her lips. “My payback, my rules.”
She whimpered in response, a soft needy sound and once again Bryce almost lost control.
He didn’t though. Not yet. Not until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He moved his hand, and lowered his mouth to her breast, suckling her through the thin, purple material. With his other hand, he returned his attention to her thigh, stroking up until the tips of his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties.
She shifted her stance, widening her legs to give him better access. Bryce smiled. The woman knew what she wanted, and damned if Bryce didn’t want the same thing?
“This?” he whispered, tracing the pad of his finger over the elastic band between her crotch and her thigh.
“Yes,” she murmured, then shook her head. “I mean no. More.” She forced the words out. “Bryce, please.”
“More,” he repeated, feigning confusion. “You mean like this?” He cupped his palm, and then stroked his fingertips over her satin covered mound.
Her panties were damp, and she bucked against his hand, an involuntary movement as her body demanded even more.
He shifted their positions until his legs straddled her, and her opposite thigh was pressed against him. His erection rubbed against her leg and now he moaned in pleasure, his body tightening as her sweet heat stroked him.
“Bryce.” His name was a whisper, but it was also a demand. He slipped just the tip of his finger under the elastic, barely grazing her flesh, and nowhere near the wet spot where he knew she craved his touch.
“Like that?” he said.
“Dammit, Bryce, Touch me,” she said, her voice low and delicious. “Touch me or you’re really going to learn about payback.”